Well look who I've brought to dinner (Broken mask and Google)

[Broken Mask]

Rachel awoke in a dark room her mouth gagged and bound by several ropes. Her lithe frame humbled by the thick bindings. Her breathing quickened in panic. One moment she remembered everything going black now she was tied up? She struggled against the rope her soft pale skin easily seeing the signs of rope burn due to her shifting in her sleep.

She had long brown hair, underneath her blindfild the deepest blue eyes a man could want. A charming find indeed, Her screaching muffled by her gag. Words unable to be said in her mind she squealed and pleaded for someone to help her. Feeling the bite of the rope against her nude skin. Only hearing her muffled cries, the air around her smelt of cleaners. Like the sterile clean that came from hospitals or funeral parlors.

This unwelcome stench filled her nose. Her muffeled cries for assistance became more high pitched and distressed writhing against her bonds looking for any slack to try and get herself free.Alas the bonds were tight, certainly the work of someone quite skilled. Unknowing of her fate Rachel tried to calm herself, she would not have been able to stop her trembling as she heard steps coming down the hall.

 

[DomG]

She was perfect, Jason had known that she was perfect from the moment he had seen her. That had only been the start but he had known right away that he would have to have her to himself. He had watched her from afar for a short time and then had her brought to him, naked and bound. Soon she would learn her new place as his toy, as something that existed only for his pleasure. Jason was very good at breaking women in, he even sold them to others for their own personal use which was how he had built his fortune.

He was thirty years old and stood six feet tall, very slim because of a strict regiment to keep himself in shape, he worked out just about every day. His hair was a dirty blonde and cut short, better to show off his bright green eyes. The room there were in was sparse, just white walls and a white tile floor, but above there was a viewing gallery where previous clients currently sat and watched... he intended to keep this one for much longer then he normally did but he still was taking a chance to show off what he enjoyed doing best.

“Are you scared Rachel?” He asked with a smile as he walked toward her, his shoes clicking on the floor as he grew closer to her and reached out to brush a hand through her hair. “You don't need to be scared, I won't hurt you if you are a good girl, will you be a good girl for me?”

 

[Broken Mask]

Hearing the man's voice Rachel shyed away from his touch. How gentle it was behind the strength she had felt before. There was nothing she could do she could not speak just only whimper softly for now. She couldn't move but she tried, seeing her precious lilly white skin being rubbed raw to the harsh rope used.

She felt her blindfold loosen, a shining light blinded her eye from getting a detailed look to the world about her. All she could hear was the man. She could smell his colone, it was not strong. The low tones of his voice were comforting but her body remained ridged. Rachel was in fear she had no reason to believe this man. Alas she tried scooting away from him the best she could only to whimper in pain as some of her binds grew unbearibly tight cutting off her circulation.